The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 6

The dress drops from my hand. His eyes wander lower. My heart skips a beat. His gaze lingers. I can barely hear my breaths as intense hunger clouds his eyes. I’ve never seen a man look at me that way before, and I’ve never seen that look in his eyes, even when he looked at Anya. It was so new to me.

The sound of footsteps breaks both of us out of our trance. Atticus steps in and slams the door shut before anyone can see me.

The sound is enough to remind me of my state.

I spin around and cover my exposed breasts even though it doesn’t make sense now that he’s seen them. And I’m not helping the situation by showing him my bare ass either. That is if he’s still looking at me, which I doubt he is.

He clears his throat.

“I’ll leave when my brother walks past my room.” He tells me. Did I mistake it, or was there a huskiness to his voice?

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “This is your room. I’ll be finished in a minute. You can have the room to yourself after.”

“No.” He disagrees. “There is no need to rush.”

There is a slight pause before he softly says, “this will be your room eventually.”

a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding as I fell onto his bed. My face hits his shirt, and I inhale even though I shouldn’t.

opens again, “Autumn, why are you still

the room. Atticus is waiting for us a little distance away, and I can feel my cheeks burn at the

the record for my list of most embarrassing things

he walks into the room to change

she joins my side. I take it from her and stare at

suspected. Some were calling me a fake friend; others were begging me to be

upset me, like the one message

‘How could you?’

just three words, but it left the impact that

I didn’t think he would have agreed to any of this. When I get a chance, I will have to corner him about everything. It couldn’t be something simple that made him agree to marry me. Did his parents threaten him and force him to agree? But they were by my side the entire

are ten missed calls from her—my closest friend. She should know that I would never intentionally

though my heart belonged to him, I didn’t want to take him away from Anya. I cared about them too much to separate them from

for a second. I can’t help but stare.

and my breath gets caught in my throat. I quickly looked away, trying to act normal even though my heart was racing in my chest. This is the effect he always had on me. Except now he was finally looking my way. He never did before. I had his

man I’ve ever set my eyes on. Too good looking for

says. He takes us to the photographer. The man looks eager to take our pictures. This must be something he loves doing. Was he accustomed to taking pictures

her.” The

photographers to the back, ready to snap as